Just a Note: I tell you, it can only happen to me. Life is too short to be taken too seriously. I try to take mine, not with a grain of salt, but with a dose of Laughter Salts. You've taken those before, surely? Well, I drew this guy a couple/three nights ago, never knowing a caption would present itself tonight. "The Bottom Line." I gotta tell you: That split in his coat is simply that. A split. I didn't notice the "bottom line" until I tried to lay down a little color, but it is appropriate. No offense intended. The bottom line is damage done, three degenerated discs, a poser of rotator cuff issues, and recommended pain management.
What kind of life will I have if . . . IF. They're all big ifs. But there's good news. Erin is doing well. Very well! Thank you for all the good thoughts and prayers. Her leave from work was extended several weeks, but she's walking around town.
Did I mention not being able to read because I cannot bend my neck for very long? Well, maybe I can't read the good books waiting for me, but I can sure read mail. I can hold mail at eye level! Imagine that! JC thinks I get too much mail. He gets no mail at all. We stopped by the post office on our way home from my second doctor's appointment. I had lovely mail from Randall! Yea, Randall! Very lovely. I do like your style. JC insisted we stop by his box. He has a large pob. Well, he opened it. He pulled it out. And, e-m-p-t-y. He bent over, and he blew hard. Five beats it took before I got it. LOL! He blew away dust. Like the mailman told my mama, "You gotta send some mail if you want to get some mail." This is what he told her after she asked him, "This is all you have for me? Junk mail?"
P.S. A stack of mail went out today. From me to you. More to follow. I might be degenerating and pinching myself, but I will make mail. I might have to take Pain Management 101, but I will create some mail. JC might have to mail it for me, but I will send some mail. Right on, I will write on!
P.P.S. There is no bottom line if we keep moving it. Did I hear someone holler, "Second opinions count!